But the haze of medication clouded everything. She drifted in and out of sleep for hours, her senses dulled by the drugs, occasionally stirred by the soft beeping of machines or the hushed voices of nurses checking on her.
The absurdity of her decision hit her all at once—recording her surgery? She had to be out of her mind. But as the fog in her mind continued to clear, that embarrassment slowly turned to something else—concern. Where was her phone?